At the Well

At the Well

She was a scrapper who took no guff from Jews, so when the stranger asked for a drink, she was more than ready. “You talkin’ to me, bub? You really gonna stain your dainty Jewish lips on my Samaritan cup?” He put his hand to his face to cover a snicker. She had always...
The Runaway

The Runaway

The girl’s skin was fragrant silk. Her eyes were dark, and they sparkled like stars and their light was all for him. It was just as he had imagined when he was back on the farm, a young hick staring into the night sky. He caressed the coins in his pocket – they were...
Deeper Still Retreat

Deeper Still Retreat

Women hoping to recover from prior abortions attended a weekend retreat provided by our ministry partner, Deeper Still. Our team conducts this work with great care, beginning weeks before the event. Though participation is confidential, hours of prayer are offered for...
The Woman

The Woman

I never said a word. There was a fire in me, burning since that afternoon. My soul, which had lain dead for so long, swelled as he spoke and flashed into flame when he looked at me – that look he had, seeing all you had done, all the ways you had killed and buried...
Be a Host

Be a Host

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